A poem about my surroundings.
Lying on my stomach,
Heart beat pounding against the floor.
Head down, eyes closed –
Curled up from within.
Back outstretched, tendons tight.
To see a canvas of
Blue paint spots and eleven black lines.
Reflections of you and I.
Aliens dancing
To an unfamilar song
Unable to show emotion,
As I move my feet to the beat of the music.
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